“Goddammit.”
Taekjoo tried to catch his breath, leaning against the wall in the shower booth. Blood had rushed to one part of his body, and it was far from a pleasant experience. He tried to ignore it, but he was a strong young man in his prime. He couldn’t help reacting to the pair of breasts shown right in front of him.
His head spun. There was no patience in his hands as they moved quickly up and down his shaft. His jaw clenched on its own, and he could hear his teeth grinding. The red, exposed tip glistened with precum, with its foreskin peeled back. Taekjoo rubbed the hole at the end of the tip, spreading it across the entire head. His hard dick chafed against the joints of his fingers, and every time it did, a jolt shot down his spine. His mind was clouded, making it hard for him to think straight. The only thing that remained in his body was the feverish heat and heightened lust.
Taekjoo, annoyed, turned the tap. Cold water rained down on his head. He stood still for quite some time, but the cold water wasn’t enough to dispel the heat trapped inside him. His jet-black hair turned darker as it became wet. His shirt clung to his body, outlining his figure. His well-toned muscles kept twitching under the constant stimulation. The heat of his arousal made his nipples harden.
“Ah...”
Taekjoo clenched his jaw harder, but he failed to suppress the moans that escaped him. The iciness of the water made his hair stand on end and drained the color from his lips as well. They trembled as he breathed hard.
But none of this helped the heat he felt in his lower abdomen. Simply stroking his cock up and down sent sharp sensations through him, like scraping the shaft with fingernails. His knees began shaking on their own. His jaw muscles began to feel sore from clenching too much. His eyes were no longer sharp but murky, hazy.
Taekjoo shook his head out of frustration. He was fighting a battle against himself—against his stubborn libido. The hand resting against the wall balled up into a fist. It was maddening to be suffering in silence like this. He thought the years of getting hard from the smallest things were behind him. He had felt desire from time to time, but it had never been uncontrollable. Not like this.
His back muscles felt feverish, and electrifying waves from deep inside him pulsed throughout his body and shook his knees. He couldn’t even stand on his own without leaning against a wall.
The blood circulating in Taekjoo’s body was boiling, and the heat, after coursing through every part of his body, shot straight to his head. It momentarily spiked the pressure in his head and caused sparks to flash before his eyes. A chilling yet burning sensation quickly tricked down his spine.
“Ha, ahhhh!”
The muscles in his abdomen contracted. His penis, engorged to its limit, spewed out thick cum. A tremor ran through both his broad shoulders and waist. Taekjoo clenched his teeth tighter, afraid a sound might slip out, but it didn’t help. A man’s cry, torn from his throat by pleasure, echoed uncontrollably through the shower booth. His vision went black, and all his muscles tensed. For a moment, even his breathing stopped.
“Haa, ah, ha,” Taekjoo panted.
He exhaled the air he’d been holding in. His shoulders and chest spread wide, moving up and down, as he caught his breath. Every part of his body that the heat had touched was now replaced by a chill. His brain fizzed as if someone had poured sparkling water over it. It was intoxicating and dizzying.
Now that he had finished, the chill in the air and the wet clothes began to feel uncomfortable. He nearly ripped off his clothes and turned on the shower. Taekjoo washed away every trace of thick, sticky lust, and his eyes slowly regained their usual clarity. He had completely repelled the agonizing heat. By the time Taekjoo was done with his shower, he was back to himself.
He was about to step out but stopped. For some reason, Zhenya was standing right outside the shower. Did he hear it all? It bothered Taekjoo a bit, but that was all. Compared to what that bastard had done, masturbation was perfectly normal and decent thing to do. There was nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about.
Taekjoo stepped out. Zhenya threw him a teasing stare, but he kept ignoring it and went straight to his bed. Suddenly, Zhenya stood before Taekjoo and stopped him. Taekjoo tried to go around him, but Zhenya took another step back and blocked Taekjoo again. It was obviously intentional. Taekjoo glared at the bastard, the annoyance clear in his eyes. Zhenya grinned like it was just what he had been waiting for.
“I guess I’m sorry,” said Zhenya.
The look on his face said otherwise. Taekjoo shrugged like nothing had happened.
“Nonsense. I’m the one who should be sorry—always getting to enjoy the free show.”
Taekjoo responded, mocking Zhenya. But there was no way it would hit a nerve with the shameless bastard. He walked past the grinning Zhenya to his bed. Then, he pulled out clothes and underwear he would change into from his bag. Until then, Taekjoo had been completely naked, without a single piece of fabric on him. They were both men, and Taekjoo had no reason to care. On the contrary, it was Zhenya who was being weird. He made sure he was covered where he was having sex or stepping right out of the shower.
Taekjoo was wearing his briefs when he suddenly looked back. He felt a steady stare, and just as he had expected, Zhenya was openly watching him. Taekjoo stared as well, trying to see the fun in watching someone. Zhenya wasn’t the least bit bothered was about being caught watching. Observing Zhenya’s audacity, Taekjoo pulled a T-shirt over his neck.
“I wonder what it would feel like to fuck a man.”
Zhenya spoke suddenly, his gaze resting somewhere around Taekjoo’s chest. Taekjoo was appalled. He pulled down his shirt, which was still hanging around his armpit.
“Not something I’d wanna think about.”
“Hmm, it’s not a good idea, right? It won’t be fun to watch a grown-up man moaning under me either.”